Georgette Angel appears in a Dream

 

Georgette the Bon Bon Girl

 The artists began bringing in their new works

Gazella brought in new paintings of her dog Smitty

who we all had fallen in love with

for his charm was poured upon the canvas

flowers in full blossom in a field of green

 

Suzanne brought in sparkling bird works

fine and elegant, elevated from her cartoon dears

painted in her children’s books

 

Harvey had a comic sense

his strokes bright and firm,  a laughing somber

satiric punch at the world dancing around

 

When in the door came grand Georgette

a flower-painter of grand pretense

her hair a blond bouquet

 red rouge cheeks & bright kissing lips

her bouncing breasts in polka dotted top

her ruffled dress a frilly pop of pink

a tutu of fun draped long chubby legs

 

a look of horror upon her face

she knew she could not compete

hands aloft she squealed and cried

ripped her works off the walls

hung by tape and tacks

 

 some came off in half and shreds

by a maddened baby doll

 I tried to halt her hands

sedate her raging fit

love jumped out for this grown child

could not abide her hurt . . . .

but how, how oh how can i

embrace

her heart and soul?

 

Reaching out I came awake,

in my dark but dawning  room

moonlight and rising sun

the window waking too

I could tell her no more

a childhood dream of unknown source

of matters long ago, held in a tissue box of life

a crying passion born in human hope

paternal love and mothers’ milk

my family heart went out to her

for the child that never dies

 

Dream of 2/16/2022  © james m. frase-white

sketches & painting of Georgette in progress (finished 2/20/2022)